It was in days of glory, in the Slavic lands
A time when our lands prospered beyond Beskidians
Then the wretched clouds came as a plague from the south
All the valour withered as a flower in winter
Our spears were sharp as claws of cats
Desiring blood and smell of death
Our shields were crushed, our idols burnt.
All’s forgotten now...
Strengthened by the battlecry
Hearts are pierced, enemies die
Those were the times of pride and might
All’s forgotten, all is lost
Weapons raised in Perun’s name
Battles, smell of blood and fame
Victories achieved through pain
All’s forgotten now...
Time of endless wars
Fire, steel and blood
And now, all is lost
For the white plague had poisoned my folk...

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